Always A Green Pine
After August had her say
And her brown had come to stay
The sky was still bright with blue
And a pine was good as new
August was for all intent
Determined to see the pine tree spent
And directed a rain cloud tall
To rain not on the pine at all
When August was finally done
Autumn fair had begun
And he was a fine old chap
And brought the pine’s showers back
The Fall was soon cool and crisp
And leaves fell and were missed
But the pine kept her boughs
Beautiful and alive somehow
And there was green in the Winter
Despite the snows of December
And the pine was the greatest i’ve seen
As if it were the middle of Spring
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A fine write w c. I've seen some giant sized cones too.
Thanks, orchidee. Pine cones are used in crafts a lot. You have to be careful though, as they can be quite sharp.
I enjoyed this. I saw a conker shell on the ground yesterday. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness will be upon us soon. 🙂
Thanks, sylviasearcher. I look forward to the season change. It's been too hot and dry here in central Texas.
Oh we don't do hot and dry in northern England!
Consider yourself very lucky! Hot and dry is the norm around here!
Thank heavens I have finally found something I am lucky in!
w c,
An great write!
A green pine for all seasons. A sign of hope all year round.
I’m still holding on to two very special decorated pine cones made as ornaments by my children (a few decades ago) in elementary school!
~Laura~
Thanks, Laura. I think i may have some pine ornaments somewhere too. I can't say exactly where, but i have no intention of throwing them away!
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